Summary: She's loves him, but he's not faithful. (Crazy little Sokka/Suki drabble)
Why was it always him? He infuriated her at every turn, but she always ran back to him. She'd turn around and see him standing there, his cocky grin on his face, those gorgeous eyes, and she'd melt all over again.
There he was again, flirting with some random girl. He was supposed to be there with her. He'd asked her out, not this girl. So, why was he over there? He was there because he could be. Because he knew that if he went over there, she would stand still and wait for him to come back. He walked back toward her, not even realizing he'd done anything wrong. She just sighed, her body giving in to him again. She could forgive and forget, and it wouldn't hurt all that bad in the morning.
Her friends told her she was crazy. "He'll never be faithful," they'd say. But she always felt they were wrong. That she could save him, make him see that what he was doing was wrong. But, it was she that was wrong, so wrong. And as they stood there and watched him lead some random girl out onto the street, leaving her alone in the darkened room, they didn't say anything. They let her ignore what was going on. And, in a way, that could have been worse than what he was doing to her.
"I love you." He'd whispered in her ear. She just looked up at him, and in that moment, she forgot that she didn't see him all night. Instead, she focused on the times that he was there for her. That he showed her more passion than she could handle. In the end, nothing he did mattered. He had her wrapped around his finger, and there was nothing she could do. He was wrong. He messed with her emotions for the last time. She walked the streets, not believing she just did what she did. She'd left him. It was over.
Thinking back to the moment she make her earth shattering decision, tears began forming in her eyes. Five letters, written slowly on a spare piece of paper, was enough to make her shake in sadness. The letter was the hardest thing she'd ever have to write. But at least now she could leave with some of her dignity and go back to where she was needed. Her friends would be waiting for her. And the note with the five-letter word on the outside would make an impression on someone. Someone whose name was five-letters long. S-o-k-k-a.
Author's Note: Yes, I completely understand that that story was really hard to follow and understand, but I'm tired. And this story had been running through my head all day long, ever since that damn episode of Law & Order. (Don't ask! Just be glad I didn't make Suki kill him!) Oh, and yes, the girl in this story was meant to be Suki. Although I never said that. Yeah, um… ohyasumi nasai (good night)